Heron Lake Plateau So there's this puzzle I work on endlessly

OK. So that's not what Niamh had been going for. She'd been waiting for him to realize that by staring at him, standing up and peering at him all sexy librarian-like and denying that she wanted either his siblings or his...Whetever the Blackthorns were to him- she'd wanted him to take the hint that maybe, just maybe, she'd give it up to him. She was surprised, flustered, and frustrated. How was she supposed to do this? Wasn't she already looking pretty, and looking at him? Wasn't that how things worked? What else did she have to do? Exhasperated, and honestly a bit rattled to hear Quixote's name come up, she sighed and rolled her eyes, flattening her ears and levelling her gaze. 

"You can be kind of dense sometimes, Screech," She said, feeling pretty upset with herself at that moment. He'd guessed...But that wasn't what upset her. He hadn't caught on to what she'd been hinting. Maybe it was because the idea of being with her was too ridiculous for him to even think of. With that final blow to her self esteem, she tilted her head up, walked past him, brushing her shoulder against his and batting her tail purposefully in his face. She decided, then, that she did not like rejection- because surely, by volunterring the names of basically everyone else in the pack- he was just doing so to avoid bringing up his own.